Many things you fear come to pass, but
most don’t; and
since you never know which will or won’t, it makes more sense to fear none. But
my Pollyanna is more my Puddleglum, and
my optimism quotient is tempered by what is truly possible on this broken planet; so
how does a glass half empty gal have faith without feeling like it is more about wishful thinking and cooked up certainty?
How to live in the real world with real faith when real is often reeling with the now and the what could be? Yet will I praise Him.
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“Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” ~Matthew 6:34
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
So apropos for these present days. If He said fear not, it’s the best plan. And he doesn’t ask us for the impossible.
And some things seem impossible!
Lilly, you’ve chosen the perfect verse to close with so that the Puddleglum in each of us is soothed and silenced—one day a time. Your free verse poem is a lovely wording for how so many of us feel these days.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks a lot!